Sometimes we create a surreal world that we want to live in; a world to make us feel happy where no one is judging.

A break from drawing (since I am doing two illustration jobs on my laptop; digital colouring and vector outlining). Manipulated in Adobe PS. Been a long time since I play with photos. Photos are from my travels.

Being alone in my room watching out the window, I came up with these short poems. Short poems that use 5-7-5 haiku syllable (not fit as Japanese haiku as there are no kigo in them). Some people call it modern haiku.

Photos were captured with my Nikon D5100.

Tiny dots in flight
against the vault of heaven,
finding way back home.
-Emila, Aug 27,2016

If I have to be a tree,
to be the vital part of your earth,
I would.
-Em.

* Changed ‘life’ to ‘earth’. Relevant that way.

I love Trees poem by Joyce Kilmer. Hear this:

Trees
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

I THINK that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.